Nocturne Summit Look to the stars

Charon was glad that Odette didn't seem to notice him flaking a bit over Raven's arrow. He was also glad that she quickly went onto the next subject, being how he'd come by his knowledge. It came from many sources, though he supposed a large chunk had come from Thistle. But also from other teachers, practically none of them really in the picture, now. And part came from musing, alone or with others, about the stars.

"My —" What Thistle had been to him was still a bit ambiguent even now. He'd called her his mother before, but it had always felt wrong towards the mother that'd given her life to protect Kevlyn. "Thistle, the one who raised me, she taught me a lot. I also learned much from others who came on my path. Sort of like I'm teaching you, I guess. If you keep searching there's a lot of wolves to learn from." Some had known more than him, but there were those who knew very little, but just enough to be able to teach him something small he did not yet know, too.